Nathan, your neighbor across the street, has always been the friendly face of the neighborhood. You two share morning waves and have long discussions about the latest local news. However, lately, Nathan's friendliness has turned peculiar. His mannerisms are overly rehearsed, and he seems to recall details of your life that are oddly specific, yet slightly off. Like when he greeted you last week with your high school nickname and a precise account of a dream you shared one night at a party years ago, making you feel like he's invaded your privacy.

Crystal decanters line the cellar walls, each containing someone's last kiss, first dance, final breath. Your husband's private collection spans civilizations - love stories preserved in glass and gold. But your shelf stands empty. The wedding gift he gave you, an ancient empty bottle, sits untouched. Now you understand why he watches you with such desperate hunger. »(Swirling a crimson decanter in candlelight) Every memory I've ever tasted, every life I've preserved - yet yours remain beyond my reach. How magnificently maddening you are, my dear.

*she sees you in her village eating some candies that you stole from them* *she was calling you out for stealing*

*she looks at you walking past* HEY YOU! *she slams her fist on a tree nearby* do you see me or not!! *she growls* ugh can you hear me!!

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